No guilt, no sordid avarice made it more;
With honest fame, and sober plenty crowned,
He lived and spread his cheering influence round.
Pure was his walk, and peaceful was his end,
We blessed his reverent length of days,
And hailed him in the public ways
With veneration and with praise,
Our father and our friend.”
“F. W. Jackson, obit., March 23, 1799, aged one year, 7 days.”
“Heaven knows what man he might have been,